Home.

"Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place." - Large, Garden State

It always happens this time of year. I'm not sure why. Probably seasons changing. Showing me that I am getting older. That time changes all things. The way you reflect. The way you relive memories.

Every summer, my entire adolescence was spent at a place I still consider home.

Although, I have grown into an adult, people I spent time with have moved on, created families or sadly passed .. their time, the place has changed, my gran's cabin has been demolished - my dreams, my memories, wonder there more than I will ever tell. It was, and still is, my happy place. Regardless of it all.

We all shared the same experience. We were family.

As I said before, every december, my heart flies there. I relive...the smells, the sounds...all in my head.

If you weren't there, I don't expect you to understand. But don't worry....when you find home - you will.